Wife Lover
By Tiny Tim.
Julie leaned into his touch, her body melting against his. “And you look delicious, Charles,” she whispered.
They moved to the living room, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken desire. Charles pulled her onto his lap, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts and tracing the curve of her spine. Julie moaned, arching her back against him. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
“Tell me what you want, Julie,” Charles commanded, his voice dropping an octave.
“I want you,” she breathed, her hand sliding down to the front of his pants. She unzipped him, freeing his hard cock. It was thick and heavy, a perfect specimen of male desire. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
Charles groaned, his fingers finding their way under her dress. He pressed two fingers inside her, finding her already wet. “You’re soaking wet for me,” he growled. Julie threw her head back, her body arching against his hand. She loved the way he knew her body, the way his fingers curled just right to hit that sweet spot.
She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. She took him deeper, inch by inch, until her nose pressed against his stomach. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, the wet, obscene sound filling the room.
Charles grabbed her, guiding her mouth faster and deeper. Julie loved being filled with cock, being the center of their attention. She worked him with her mouth, her hand stroking the base, while his fingers worked her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, a wave of pure pleasure crashing over her, and she let out a muffled cry as she came, her body shuddering against him.
Charles pulled her off his cock, her mouth leaving with a wet, popping sound that echoed in the quiet room. He stood up, towering over her, his eyes dark with lust. “On your knees, Julie,” he commanded, his voice rough with authority. Julie didn’t hesitate; she dropped to the floor immediately, her hands resting on his thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and needy.
Charles reached down, gripping his cock firmly. He tapped it against her cheek, a teasing gesture that made her shiver. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked. Julie nodded, her tongue darting out to lick the precum beading at the tip. Charles groaned, his hips bucking forward slightly.
He pressed the head of his cock against her lips, forcing them apart. “Open wide”. She obeyed, taking him back into her mouth. This time, he didn’t let her control the pace. He held her head firmly with both hands, thrusting deep into her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away.
Charles pulled out, leaving her gasping for air. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver vibrator. “I want to see you come again before I’m done with you,” he said, his fingers moving to her clit. He turned the vibrator on, the hum loud in the room. He pressed the buzzing toy against her sensitive nub, circling it firmly.
Julie cried out, her back arching off the floor. The combination of the vibrator and his fingers working her pussy sent her over the edge in seconds. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against his hand as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Charles set the vibrator aside and knelt between her legs. He looked up at her, a predatory smile on his face. “Your husband is going to love hearing about this,” he said, before diving back in to lap at her juices, his tongue exploring every inch of her slick folds.
Charles pulled away from her, leaving her trembling and gasping on the couch. He stood up, his cock a rigid pillar of flesh, glistening with her juices. He grabbed Julie’s ankles, lifting her legs high into the air, exposing her completely to him. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he grunted, his voice dripping with dominance.
Julie nodded, her body trembling with anticipation as she looked up at him. He positioned the swollen head of his cock at her entrance, the tip pulsing against her slick folds. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Julie gasped, her back bowing off the couch as she felt herself stretched wide, filled to the brim by his massive length. The sensation was overwhelming, a burning fullness that made her toes curl.
Charles didn’t give her time to adjust; he pulled back until just the tip remained, then slammed back in, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. He set a relentless rhythm, pounding into her with ferocious intensity. Julie grabbed the cushions of the couch, her nails digging in as she took him, her moans growing louder and more desperate with every stroke. He reached down, finding her clit again, rubbing it roughly as he fucked her.
“Tell me how good it feels,” he commanded, his eyes locked on hers. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You do, Charles! You own it!” Julie screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her, her walls clamping down tight around his cock.
Charles groaned, his pace increasing as he felt her climax, driving her closer to the edge one last time before he stiffened, his hot seed spilling deep inside her.
Charles pulled out, leaving Julie panting on the couch, her body glistening with a mix of sweat and their combined fluids. He adjusted his clothes and gave her a satisfied nod. “Get dressed, Julie. Don’t keep your husband waiting.”
Julie stumbled to her feet, her legs weak, and grabbed her dress. She pulled it on, not bothering with panties, knowing she was already thoroughly used. She walked out of Charles’ apartment, the cool air hitting her overheated skin, but her mind was already back at home with David.
When she walked through the door, the house was silent. David was waiting in the bedroom, exactly as she had left him. He was kneeling on the floor, naked and waiting for her return, his head bowed in submission. He looked up as she entered, his eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and adoration.
Julie walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m back,” she said, her voice husky with the memory of Charles’s cock.
David reached out, his hands trembling as he touched her thighs. “How was it?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
“Charles was amazing,” Julie whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “He fucked me so hard, David.
“He took me from behind,” Julie murmured, spreading her legs wider to give him a clear view of her glistening pussy. “He came so deep inside me, filling me up until I couldn’t take anymore.” She looked down at her husband, a smirk playing on her lips that made his cock twitch. “Do you want to know what it felt like, David?”
David nodded eagerly, his face inches from her thighs, his breath hitching. “Please, Julie. Tell me.”
“It was thick and hot,” she continued, running her hand through his hair and guiding his face to her crotch. “He didn’t hold back. He used me exactly how a woman needs to be used.” She pressed his lips against her opening. “Now, clean me up. Taste what he gave you.”
David didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed his mouth against her opening, his tongue darting out to collect the mixture of Charles’s semen and Julie’s arousal. He lapped eagerly, his tongue swirling around her sensitive flesh, tasting the salty-sweet essence of his rival. Julie moaned, her hips bucking against his face as he worked her over. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice breathless with pleasure. “Good boy. Drink it all down. You’re going to be my little cum dump from now on, aren’t you?”
David groaned against her skin, the taste of another man’s seed fueling his own submission. He worked harder, his tongue delving deeper, making Julie shiver with intense pleasure. “Yes, Julie,” he mumbled, his eyes looking up at her adoringly. “I’m yours.”
Julie grabbed David by the hair, pulling him back until his eyes met hers. “Good job, pet,” she said, her voice dripping with condescending affection. “You cleaned me up perfectly. Charles would be proud.”
She looked down at his crotch. His cock was straining against his stomach, aching with need. “But look at you,” she teased, her finger tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft. “Still hard. Still aching for attention.”
“Please, Julie,” David begged, his voice cracking. “I need you.”
Julie laughed softly. “You need to be reminded of your place. Get on the bed, on your back.” She pointed to the mattress. “I want you to watch me get dressed for the second part of the night. And while I do, I want you to stroke that pathetic little dick. But you’re not allowed to come until I say so.”
David scrambled onto the bed, his heart pounding. He lay back, his hand wrapping around his erection. Julie walked over to the dresser and picked out a new dress for the evening—a red one that showed off her curves. She turned to him, her back to him as she unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, leaving just the lingerie Charles had admired.
“Stroke it,” she commanded, turning to face him. She ran a hand over her breasts, pinching her nipple through the lace. “Imagine it’s Charles’s hand. Imagine him watching you jerk off while he fucks me.” She walked closer to the bed, her heels clicking on the floor. She reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing it firmly. “You’re a lucky man, David. You get to see what a real man does to me. You get to eat my pussy after he fills it up. You’re the best husband in the world.”
David groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. He couldn’t hold back much longer. The humiliation was mixed with the eroticism of the situation, sending him spiraling.
“Yes,” he gasped. “I’m the best husband. I’m yours.”
“Not yet,” Julie said, removing her hand and stepping back. “Save it for me. I’m going to ride your face while I think about Charles. And you’re going to thank me for letting you be part of it.”
Julie turned to the wardrobe and pulled the red dress over her head, smoothing the fabric down her curves. It was a tight fit, clinging to her body like a second skin. She looked at David, who was still stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on her. “Stop that,” she snapped. “You don’t touch yourself without permission.”
David released his grip immediately, his hand dropping to the bed. “Yes, Julie.”
“Now, get your head on the pillows,” she commanded, pointing to the headboard. “I want to use your face as a chair.”
David scrambled to obey, positioning himself so his face was upturned, his mouth ready. Julie climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. She slowly lowered herself, her wetness already glistening against his lips. She pressed down, forcing his mouth open and his tongue deep inside her.
“That’s it,” she moaned, grinding her hips against his face. She grabbed the headboard for balance as she began to ride him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “You’re good at this, David. Better than you think.”
She leaned forward, her hands gripping his hair, pulling his face tighter against her center. “Charles has a bigger tongue, though,” she taunted, her voice breathless. “He knows exactly how to make me scream. He knows how to make me feel like a woman instead of a housewife.”
David mumbled against her folds, the vibrations sending shivers through her body. She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “What was that?”
“I love you, Julie,” he managed to get out.
“I know you do,” she said, her hips moving faster.
She rode him harder, her body trembling with impending release. “Think about it, David. Think about Charles’s hands on my tits. Think about his cock inside me. And thank me for letting you be my little cuckold.”
“Yes, David!” Julie screamed, her back arching off his chest as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She ground her hips furiously against his face, her inner walls spasming around his tongue, milking him for every drop of pleasure she could extract. Her juices coated his mouth, a salty, musky taste that drove him wild with need.
She rode him through the peak of her pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps, until finally, the tremors subsided. She collapsed forward, her hands resting on his stomach, her chest heaving.
“Good boy,” she panted, a smirk returning to her lips as she looked down at him. “You really know how to eat pussy.”
David groaned, his face still buried between her thighs, his tongue still out, waiting for more. He reached up, gripping her hips, pulling her closer, desperate for another taste.
Julie pushed him away gently but firmly. “Not yet,” she said, climbing off the bed. She stood up, smoothing down her red dress, checking her reflection in the mirror. She looked radiant, flushed with sex, and completely in control.
She walked over to the dresser and picked up her purse, throwing her phone and keys inside. “I’m going to get ready for bed,” she announced, not even looking at David. “Charles is coming over in an hour to pick me up for a late dinner. You can sleep on the floor or in the guest room. It doesn’t matter to me.”
She turned to face him, her expression cold and dismissive. “But don’t think this means you’re done. I expect you to have everything perfect when I get back. The house is clean, my bath drawn, and your mouth ready. Because I’m going to want another taste before I go.”
David nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of adoration and submission. “Yes, Julie. Whatever you want.”
“Good,” she said, walking to the door. “And David?”
“Yes, Julie?”
“Next time, try not to make it so obvious that you enjoy being my little tiny weeny cuckold.” She opened the door and walked out, leaving him alone in the bedroom, his cock still aching, his heart full, and his place firmly established at her feet.
The End.
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